I have been finding a fair amount of Cicadas this year. It's an off year for them. They generally emerge every 17 years around here, in biblical proportions (by the billions) In 1982, I remember the streets covered with their carcasses, trees covered with their empty skins, and the sky filled with buzzing, flying cicadas. The noise for several weeks was deafening, like loud white noise. Wish I could find more, box turtles love 'em.